To be gifted with the ability of feeling what others do is the most inspiring blessing, and yet deepest curse.
For those of you who know this life, please introduce yourselves in the comments.
Right now, as July 22nd approaches, my soul and complete being is submitting to the isolation of silence. I don’t have any desire to mingle or socialize. I don’t have strength to try and pretend I’m ok. I can’t wear any expression on my face, because suicide is something of which no one emotion fits.
I am heavily burdened with this truth. Another year has passed, and the anniversary date is close. The sickening feeling whispers behind me. You empaths, who feel my pain, thank you for carrying it with me.
But, my pain isn’t all I feel right now. For this, I am certain. I’m sensing much grief about broken relationships, mostly those of uncontrollable circumstances. I’m sensing grief about the relationships that can’t be mended, because one of the two individuals have passed. I’m sensing grief that some of you have relationships that you want to mend; but, you’re scared… or proud… to do so.
If any of this is you, please know, you’re not alone in your sadness. I hear you. I feel your pain and suffering. I know your hurt…and my heart cries for you. Please know that I can and will listen… If you’d like to talk with me. What you feel matters. It’s valid and of value.
That’s all for now.
Namastè 🙏🏼 🌸